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The Book of Praise.
CCCLI.
Jesu, my strength, my hope,
On Thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up,
And know, Thou hear'st my prayer.
Give me on Thee to wait
Till I can all things do, On Thee, Almighty to create !
Almighty to renew !
I want a sober mind,
A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind
The baits of pleasing ill :
A soul inured to pain,
To hardship, grief, and loss ; Bold to take up, firm to sustain,
The consecrated cross.
I want a godly fear,
A quick-discerning eye, That looks to Thee when sin is near,
And sees the Tempter fly ;
A spirit still prepared,
And arm'd with jealous care, For ever standing on its guard,
And watching unto prayer.
I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease, Never to murmur at Thy stay,
Or wish my sufferings less ;
This blessing, above all,
Always to pray, I want, Out of the deep on Thee to call,
And never, never faint. |
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